Whoever Said
Though we came to life as to a school
We leave without graduating
Was probably the same guy who
Hijacked this sentence
Time has one agenda, pal
Turn down the heat of the baking cookies
And climb back down into this prisoner cart
Happy thoughts are not made to last
The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing
Though the whole shebang has mission creep
So even if we don't match up
We'll no doubt catch up
Comparing lacerations or
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The solace of words is a plus size garment
Just leave the fruit in the urn.
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"Happy thoughts are not made to last..."
so it would seem.
"The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing"
Indeed.
"Though the whole shebang has mission creep"
right again.
Just about all the truth that can fit into 3 lines, i'd say.
well done, Gary.
as much truth as can be fit into this cup of myers rum.
to you, sir!
I like this poem, Gary. What a great way to close - "The solace of words is a plus size garment
Just leave the fruit in the urn."
Nice work.
"The solace of words is a plus size garment." I believe you have started the Lane Bryant School of Poetry.
Sums it up. Good job.